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All these kids acting dumb
While I get this money
Count it up one by one
Man, life's so good
Why you gotta act like this
You could've been my fan
M--Gary McCracken; L-- Pye DuBois)
Doug Riley: Piano and Synthesizer
Lyrics submitted by Billy Reed. Any other lyrics you see posted all over the net
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I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
Kayne
I gotta thank him for the love on the album
I knew out on Electric Circus he get it by any means necessary, like Malcolm
I tried a single shot
like Usain on the track, boy
There's no competition from the opposition
Ain't no stopping, quitting, my only option is I gotta get it
By any means, I got
you heard and it's fuck what you thank
Move it along you crowding my space
Maryland I'm callin it Runnin it thanks
I want like all of it none of it
Doing good i'm doing great
Don't think they could say the same oh na
They be watching all my business
Never minding what they say
When it should be
The Mayor of Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffet, to whom this album is dedicated with much love and many thanks. We will forever cherish your memories and your
with an AK
The situation so twisted everybody gettin' lifted
I'm just tryin' to take care of my kids and handle my business
'Cause it way too serious
That ol' real shit, that ol' real shit, that ol' real shit
True story
Ayo
They used to slide food through the slot in my cell, now we eat in
life choices while hosting women, risky business
Many soul ties wrapped around my wrist, feeling Ben Tennyson
Tend to butcher bridges, and honest it's
here, sexy girl
Babylove
Lord, Lord Jerome
Yes, Morris?
Babylove
You handlin' your business on that admission thing, my brother?
It's all
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
should reason with her before she gets mad
Or maybe my nigga you should slap that bitch
If not then you need to snatch that bitch
By the thought and let
the roach until it’s finished
But don’t like roaches with my chicken
Swear i saw this in my vision
Knew the shit since i was little
Rockstar lifestyle jimmy
brick, seal (Drank)
I hope my brother get that deal (My gang 'nem)
I can't make this shit up it's too real
My drank dropping by three like Beal (Three)
I
bout nothin (nothin)
Versace, Versace
I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi (Chameleon rewind that shit and drop it again)
My plug, he John Gotti
business
I don't glorify I'm mortified
My ora's fine and fortified to warn and find a formula to pour the kind
A soreness in my core as more and more end up
We just wanna make quick cash
Get the fuck out my way
Still spend time on the block
A new album on the way
This is for all the homies that be
the kitchen, my first name is Jimmy, (I cook)
But my last name is Neutron
In my own space with my astronaut suit on
Out of the mud, yeah, I put my whole hood
thats a perfect release
Bought my bands, all my friends are deceased
Ten toes down but I got me a piece
I'm making money by rapping on beats
They be
he bought out
Y'all internet thugs only spit when you get caught now
I'm reminiscing over days I had my gun out
Now I'm too serious for youngin's
bullshit
My new whips the hardest
Walk in the office like a business man
I'm just an artist
Smoking and all, crib full of weed
Plaques on the wall
My
tell me I ain't lyin', ma
Why you puttin' these duds in our business?
Subbin' me in your mention like hurtin' you my intention
It irked me to know we
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